My mother in Ayia Napa
I am proud to say that my mum joined me on a party holiday, but I never get to tell the whole story. Well, here it is...
Living with a monster
Living with a monster is what having to control PTSD feels like to me. It’s an endless cycle of oppressing my demon to prevent all hell breaking loose. The best way I can describe it is with a diagram, excuse my poor drawing skills: The picture shows my silhouette with a rip through my chest. That’s where I feel all […]
